This time, it seemed that everyone had become a little calmer, and no one was in a hurry to take the lead.

At this moment, a lazy figure slowly walked out. When he saw him appear, everyone just glanced at him faintly, and did not feel too much pressure.

Zui Qianchou, no one except Ye Futian and others knew where he came from, but only knew his name, but his cultivation was still acceptable. Now he is in the seventh-level kingdom and sword cultivator.

But the previous battle was not particularly eye-catching, narrowly defeating the opponent, so not many people cared about it.

Many people are wondering, Zui Qianchou, who will he choose for his opponent?

"I challenge, Yan Jiu." Zui Qianchou's voice was lazy, with a calm smile on his face, but his deep eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.

Yan Jiu, the descendant of Sword Saint Villa, and after Yan Wuji, Yan Wuji was the second swordsman among the four major sword cultivators in Huangzhou. Now, although his ranking on the Huangtian List is not as high as the Tingxue Tower Tower, some people say that his sword skills are not lower than Tingxue Swordsman, but Tingxue Swordsman's sword is a killing sword. If he fights his life, people in the world think that Tingxue Swordsman will win.

In today's battlefield, Yan Jiu and Xu Que should be the best swordsman. Zui Qianchou challenged Yan Jiu and many people were surprised, but perhaps this is the pride of sword cultivator. Challenging the strongest swordsmanship to prove his own sword is also worthy of admiration.

Yan Jiu stepped out and swept towards Zui Qianchou with a faint expression. Zui Qianchou was not the opponent he wanted to challenge, but since Zui Qianchou came out, he had to fulfill the other party.

The sword intent flowed, still the same as before. Thousands of sword energy turned into sword rain all over the sky, and rushed towards Zui Qianchou's body. Zui Qianchou drew his sword and used the soul of life as a sword. His soul of life was as thin as a cicada's wings, as transparent as it was. When he drew the sword, a sword curtain appeared around his body. Strands of sword energy flowed from his body, cutting off the sword rain that was coming to kill. Above the void, a heavy sword appeared in the sword rain, falling from the sky, killing everything, as if he wanted to kill Zui Qianchou's body there.

"Swish..." The sharp sword roar came out, and Zui Qianchou's body moved, and he actually took off the suppression of the heavy sword. The sharp sword in his hand, as thin as a cicada wing, was extremely sharp. He cut through the sword rain, followed the sword movement, drew a strange arc, and directly escaped from the attack range of the heavy sword, continued to move forward, and headed towards Yan Jiu.

In the direction of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, the sword demon's eyes flashed, and the sword shadow seemed to be familiar.

Yan Jiu's expression remained unmoved. The sharp sword behind him tinnitus, and thousands of sword intent gathered together, turning into nine swords. With his fingers towards him, the nine swords broke through the air and rushed towards Zui Qianchou. The nine swords did not walk with each other, but had different speeds and speeds, as if he deliberately staggered the angle of time, and faintly blocked all the routes of Zui Qianchou's dodge.

The sword sealing style among the Nine Swords of Heaven and Man.

The Nine Swords arrived instantly, Zui Qianchou glanced at it, then his body was like a flowing sword shadow, and the sharp sword in his hand continued to cut the sword energy, but his body did not stop at all, and turned into a ghostly figure. He folded forward like a drunkard, and the sword lights seemed to jump and shuttle forward, connecting to a perfect arc, passing by the last sword among the nine swords.

"How could Zui Qianchou be so strong?" Qin Yin and others from Jiuxian Mountain all showed strange looks. Is Zui Qianchou a casual cultivator in Baidi City? Li Xun had invited him several times but was rejected by him. He only knew that this person was addicted to drinking, but now he can fight Yan Jiu.

Zui Qianchou's movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water. It seems relaxed, but in fact it is extremely thrilling. Yan Jiu's sword is so powerful that if you are not careful, you will be penetrated by a sword.

Lightning flashed across the void, killing towards Zui Qianchou who was constantly approaching Yan Jiu. The light and shadow sword was like lightning, but at this moment, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out from Zui Qianchou's body, and his speed became faster, as if he was no longer a person, but like a sword passing an incredible curve in the void, like the flowing light of a sword.

A series of terrifying swords slammed into the void, and the light and shadow swords stabbed in the air at the same time.

"Is this the Drunken Sword?" Someone from the Shisheng Dao Palace looked at the sword demon. Zui Qianchou was also drinking in the battlefield, and his body seemed to be drunk.

"This is not a drunk sword." The sword demon looked solemn and said, "This is a ghost sword."

The eyes of the people around the sword demon flashed, and a ray of ripples appeared in their eyes. Is the ghost sword that has disappeared for a long time?

In the battlefield, there were phantoms of drunkenness and sorrow. The afterimages passed by in different directions, descending to Yan Jiu like ghost figures.

At this moment, Yan Jiu closed his eyes, the sword of the soul bloomed out, the heaven and earth resonated, and thousands of swords in the void trembled and roared.

"The sky sword is in the midst of the sky, and ten thousand swords come out together, kill." After Yan Jiu's words, his will and body seemed to be integrated with the endless sword intent in the vast world. On his body, an extremely gorgeous brilliance was cut out, without dead corners, and all those close to him were killed.

Everyone only saw the many phantoms of Zui Qianchou, and an extremely dazzling sword light burst out from there. The two of them were about to part with a touch. When the sword light was dim, everyone saw that a blood mark appeared on Yan Jiu's face. Someone saw that Yan Jiu dodged in the sword light, otherwise the blood mark would not be on his face, but on his throat.

As for Zui Qianchou, it was even more miserable. He was covered in blood and shocking, but he still had a calm smile on his face, and he was still defeated.

Sometimes talent can determine the future when practicing. Even if he works hard, he will still be shackled by talent, so he is still defeated by Yan Jiu.

"Who is Ghost Sword Chou?" Yan Jiu stared at Zui Qianchou and said, and many people realized that these two names seemed somewhat similar.

Back then, the Wuji Sword and Ghost Sword, among the four major swordsmen, formed a feud with Ghost Sword, and the famous Ghost Sword was eventually abolished. There are many rumors that he was dead, and there are also rumors that he lived an ordinary life under his identity.

"You guess?" Zui Qianchou said with a smile, then turned around and walked away.

"Do you want to join my sect?" At this time, in the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, the sword demon spoke, Zui Qianchou looked up at the sword demon and said, "Since you have met a famous teacher, you can't be the one who is as famous as your teacher. I hope you can forgive me."

"There is no need to become a disciple, just practice under my sect." The sword demon said again. It was indeed a great regret that the four major sword cultivators and the ghost sword were abolished.

Zui Qianchou glanced at the sword demon, then knelt on both knees and said, "Master once said that when he was cooking wine with the sword demon senior, he admired him very much. If he could practice under his senior, his master would be happy."

"Get up." The sword demon nodded: "I want to see your master again if I have the chance."

"The master has passed away." Zui Qianchou raised his head and stood up. The sword demon was stunned. Then he saluted to the distance and sighed: "There is another fewer sword in Huangzhou."

Zui Qianchou left the battlefield. Everyone was a little uneasy when they saw his back. The master was dead, but he did not want to become a disciple of the sword demon. This person was quite talented. Qin Yin and the others were even more surprised. Obviously, they did not expect that a casual cultivator in Jiuxian Mountain area was actually a disciple of the ghost sword. So, when the ghost sword was deposed, he lived in seclusion in Baidi City in Jiuxian Mountain area?

Ye Futian looked at Zui Qianchou's back. He saw Zui Qianchou's back a little sad and did not feel any joy. He chose to challenge Yan Jiu on this battlefield, probably because he wanted to regain the lost glory for his master and let the world remember his master, but he was defeated, so Zui Qianchou was not happy.

Yan Jiu also felt a turbulent in his heart. Zui Qianchou was defeated and was taken over by the Sword Demon. However, everyone knew the grudges between the Sword Saint Villa and the Ghost Sword. The Sword Demon naturally knew that, so would the Sword Demon still be willing to let him get into the Sword Cultivation?

In addition to seeing the geniuses of the deserted states, his purpose was to join the Sword Demon, practice the sword magic of the Sword Demon, and learn the strengths of the hundreds of schools of thought to be stronger.

He comes from Sword Saint Villa, but he still has no master. If he can master the sword demon, it is equivalent to obtaining the two top sword cultivators in Huangzhou.

But now, he was not sure about the sword demon's idea, but he didn't care too much. His sword would prove everything, even if the sword demon didn't accept him as a disciple.

"Next battle." After Yan Jiu returned to his throne, the old man on the ladder continued.

The first battle in the second round left a deep impression on people. The strong showdown between Yan Jiu and Zui Qianchou seemed to indicate a beginning of the battle between the strong.

Seeing that everyone was not moving, Bingyi glanced at Chu Shang, and Chu Shang was a little hesitant, and then saw Bingyi step out by herself.

This saint in the world has outstanding face and a cold and noble beauty. Many people feel that when they see her, they are moved by the person who walks out at will, they may be the genius of the top forces in the desert.

However, who will this saint in the world choose as the opponent?

Bingyi came to the center of the battlefield, her beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian and said, "You have come to this point and it's time to get out."

Many people's eyes fell on Ye Futian, were they choosing him?

Ye Futian stepped out, looked at the saint in the world, and spoke lightly: "You seem to have a prejudice against me?"

Bingyi's eyes were calm. If you were to say prejudice, it might be because Ye Futian looked at her with unscrupulous eyes in the holy road. Moreover, he opened three major relics in a row. Although his cultivation was not strong, he did things that many people wanted to do but did not do.

Now that I have come here all the way on the battlefield, I don’t know whether it is accidental or luck.

"I have no prejudice against you, but now you no longer belong to this battlefield." Bing Yi's expression was as calm as water. He did not belong to the person on the battlefield, so he should naturally be eliminated.

She wanted to see a stronger battlefield and compete with her.

Ye Futian looked at Bingyi, whether it belonged to this battlefield, and when will it be Bingyi's turn to make this conclusion?

Perhaps, she just thought that she believed that she was right and that she would care about what others thought.

"Eggy people make a lot of trouble." Ye Futian smiled. Bingyi went to Yanyu City to rob the account of the Holy Order, so she also settled it together!
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